[Your proximity is killing him, because in a moment like this, it isn't nearly enough. There's the snippet of a thought, just within the white hot static of too much need.
Been too fucking long. And it's you with him, like this, right now.
...And a part of him wishes that he could turn that thinking part of him off, because he can hear himself whine into the sheets.
You must be rather familiar with that sort of sound coming from him by now, huh?]
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Been too fucking long. And it's you with him, like this, right now.
...And a part of him wishes that he could turn that thinking part of him off, because he can hear himself whine into the sheets.
You must be rather familiar with that sort of sound coming from him by now, huh?]